I Could Just Die

I could die to know of you,
I could not drink, sweet,
Until you had tasted first,
Although the coolness!
To this, ever square of the land,
The thoughtful thirst goes yon.

I demand you to know once more,
You’ll infer everything if I show you,
At the suffused sun by the foreday,
Or the gradual growing of dawn;
It lies beside my window at birth—

Should I venture to the hearth
Or the creased bodies of logs—
As if everything that persists
Reminds me of little tugboats;
They sail over letters and ivy,
It all brings me back to you!

But if you forget me,
Then oh! I forget you!
And if by shades,
You love me less,
I love you not at all—

Could I be long and maddened,
That the whirligig passes thru-out?
And it ventures every which way;
Leaving me at the corpses’ strains.
If you should choose this path—
I will ne’er remember you;
My vessel shall trace another plan.

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